“We help each other. Stress relief.” I turn my head to look at him. He’s looking at me now like he can’t quite believe what I’m saying, but in a guarded, filtered way. I know because I’m good at reading people, although with Kai, I only get the bare bones of what’s inside his beautiful head. “As long as you remember who I am, and who you are. That lines don’t blur. Are you interested?”
His shoulders pull back a fraction of an inch. “Yes.”
Just like that?I wonder what he thinks of me. But then I stop wondering because I already know. He’s a man, and a woman just offered him sex with no strings. Every man I’ve ever known would take that deal. Some would pretend or play hard to get. Some would ask clarifying questions. But in the end, they’re all the same animal.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“I should have asked that before the indecent proposal.” I laugh. “Why no girlfriend, though? You’re young. You’ve got that whole brooding-soldier energy women lose their minds over.”
“I have better things to do.”
“Fair enough.”
And it is. Most men I know treat relationships the same way. A distraction from whatever they’ve decided matters more. Work, ambition, whatever fuel they’re running on. Kai’s fuel is something I haven’t figured out yet, but it burns hot, even if he never lets it out of his chest.
“Do you have a lot of sex?” I ask.
“I don’t go looking for it.”
“Anything particular you’re into?”
“Not really.”
I nod and push myself up onto my elbows so I can see his face clearly when I say the next part.
“I’ll tell you mine, then. So there are no surprises.” I keep my voice flat. “I like rough. I don’t want gentle or slow. I want it from behind, front or back, you choose. I want my hands tied. And I want to be gagged. That’s the only way I get off.”
The bus passes just outside, and Kai hasn’t blinked since I started talking.
It’s impossible to read this man fully. I really want to know what he’s thinking right now.
I fall back onto the bed and let my knees fall open. The sweatpants are loose and unflattering, but the gesture speaks for itself.
Before I can blink, he’s already there, hands on the small of my back, looking straight into my eyes. Then he flips me fast and hard. A jolt punches straight through my gut and lands between my thighs. My cheek smashes into the pillow, heat flooding my face. My fingers are already clawing at the waistband of my sweatpants, but he’s faster.
He rips the fabric down my legs in one rough tug, and I hear it hit the floor. The cool air barely touches my skin before his palms clamp back onto my hips and he yanks them up, folding me onto my knees so my ass is high and my face is buried in the pillow. My sweatshirt gives in to gravity, sliding down, bunching around my breasts.
“Tied and gagged,” he says, low and rough.
“Your belt,” I pant, already pushing my wrists together behind me. “Use your belt.”
He’s gone for no more than three seconds. When he comes back, the belt is already in his hand. He winds it around both wrists, threads the tongue through the buckle, and pulls. Tight.No slipping out of this one. The leather bites deep, and I pull a sharp breath through my nose.Yes. This.The version I choose.
Then there’s the fabric—a hanky, underwear, a tie, I don’t know—pressed against my mouth.
“Open.”
Less than an hour ago, he came into my hand in record time. Now, he’s ordering me.A fast learner.
He shoves it past my teeth, and I bite down hard. It smells like him. My mouth is stuffed full of him, my wrists are bound, and my knees are spread. But not for long. His hands close around my upper thighs and yank my lower half up, up, until my weight tips forward. Only my cheek and one shoulder stay on the mattress. I twist to look back at him, but the angle is impossible. My legs are straight, draped over his shoulders, one on each side of his head. He’s sitting on the mattress, and I can feel the position we’re in. My ass and my open wet pussy right in front of his face. My clit is swollen and hanging, a bell waiting to be rung.
I planned this. I wanted this. But what he’s seeing from his angle is out of my hands, and that alone makes my pussy quiver in anticipation.
He must know exactly what I’m seeing in my head, what I need, because his forehead presses into the cleft of my ass and his tongue comes out, stretches to graze the tip of my clit.
Ah, shit.One hot flick. That’s all he gives me, but it zaps straight up my spine. My core clenches, trying to grip his tongue. My whole body is humming. One graze, one brush on my clit, and my pussy gasps.